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Hermione adjusted the soft ring light one last time, making sure the warm glow caught the deep emerald satin of the lingerie set she’d chosen especially for tonight. The bra was delicate, barely-there lace cups edged in black, the matching thong high on her hips, garters clipped to sheer thigh-highs. She’d painted her lips a deep crimson—his favorite—and left her curls loose, knowing how much he liked watching them spill over her shoulders when her head tipped back.
She settled onto the velvet chaise in her bedroom, legs crossed demurely at first, then slowly uncrossed them as the private stream connected.
The username appeared immediately in the chat, as it always did the second the room went live for him.
SilverSerpent has tipped 5000 galleons.
A private message popped up beneath it.
SilverSerpent: Evening, darling. You look fucking sinful already.
SilverSerpent: Start with the slow tease tonight. I want to hear how wet you get just thinking about what I’m going to ask next.
Hermione’s breath hitched. She loved when he typed like that—quietly commanding, never cruel, always filthy in the most precise way. She angled the camera down just enough to show the way her thighs pressed together, then parted them again, letting the black lace of the thong peek out.
She leaned closer to the mic, voice low and a little breathless already.
“Hi, Dragon,” she purred, using the private nickname she’d given him months ago. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. Couldn’t stop. Kept getting distracted in the library… touching myself under the table just imagining your voice telling me what to do.”
Another tip chime. 2000 galleons this time.
SilverSerpent: Good girl. Slide your fingers over the lace. Tell me how it feels.
She did. Two fingers drifted down her stomach, over the satin, then lower, pressing lightly against the already-damp fabric between her legs. A soft, involuntary whimper slipped out.
“It’s… so sensitive already,” she breathed. “The lace is rubbing right against my clit and it’s making me ache. I can feel how swollen I am for you.”
SilverSerpent: Take the bra off. Slowly. Then pinch your nipples the way I like—hard enough to make you gasp.
Hermione reached behind her back, unhooking the clasp with practiced ease. She let the straps slide down her arms inch by torturous inch, finally letting the bra fall away. Her breasts were already heavy, nipples tight and flushed dark pink from anticipation. She cupped them, thumbs brushing over the peaks once, twice, then caught them between forefinger and thumb and squeezed—sharp, sudden pressure.
The sound that tore from her throat was raw, needy.
“Fuck—Draco—”
His next message came almost instantly.
SilverSerpent: Say my name again when you come tonight. I want to hear it break.
She smiled, wicked and soft at once, and reached for the little velvet box she’d set on the side table earlier. Inside was the toy he’d sent her last month—sleek, curved, deep indigo silicone with a remote he controlled from wherever he was tonight.
She held it up to the camera, letting him see.
“You want me to use your gift?” she asked, voice trembling with excitement. “Want to make me come apart while you decide how fast it goes?”
SilverSerpent: Put it in. All the way. Then don’t move until I say.
Hermione shifted, sliding the thong to the side. She was soaked—embarrassingly so—and the blunt head of the toy slipped inside her easily, stretching her just enough to make her eyelids flutter. She sank down until it was seated fully, the slight curve pressing right against that spot that made her thighs shake.
A long, broken moan spilled out.
SilverSerpent: Beautiful. Now stay perfectly still. I’m turning it on low.
The first gentle pulse hummed through her. Not enough to build, just enough to tease. Her hips jerked anyway.
“Please,” she gasped. “Please let me move—”
SilverSerpent: No. Hands behind your back. Arch for me. Let me see how desperate those pretty tits look while you’re stuffed full.
She obeyed instantly—wrists crossed at the small of her back, chest thrust forward, head tipping until her curls brushed her spine. Every tiny vibration felt magnified a thousand times. Her clit throbbed in time with the toy, untouched, begging.
SilverSerpent: You’re dripping down your thighs already. I can see it on the screen.
SilverSerpent: Tell me who you belong to tonight.
“You,” she sobbed out. “Only you. Always you.”
Another tip—10000 galleons this time.
SilverSerpent: Increase. Medium. Fuck yourself on it. Slow. Let me hear every sound.
The vibrations kicked up and Hermione’s control snapped. She rocked down onto the toy in long, deliberate strokes, each one dragging the curved head over that perfect place inside. Her moans turned obscene—high, pleading, broken on every other breath.
“Draco—oh god—Draco, it’s so deep—feels like you—fuck—”
SilverSerpent: Faster now. Ride it like you’re riding me. Imagine my hands on your hips. My teeth on your throat. My cock splitting you open instead of silicone.
The words alone nearly sent her over. She bounced harder, thighs trembling, breasts bouncing with every thrust. Sweat glistened between them. Her curls stuck to her neck.
SilverSerpent: Touch your clit. Two fingers. Circle. Don’t stop fucking yourself.
Hermione’s hand flew between her legs. The moment her fingertips brushed her swollen clit she keened—loud, shameless. The combination was brutal: the pulsing toy, the relentless pressure of her own fingers, his voice in text commanding every filthy detail.
“I’m close,” she panted. “I’m so fucking close—please—please let me—”
SilverSerpent: Come for me, Hermione. Say my name when you do. Loud. Let the whole fucking stream hear who owns this pretty cunt.
She shattered.
“Draco—Draco—fuck—Draco!”
Her whole body seized, back bowing, thighs clamping around her hand as wave after wave ripped through her. The toy kept pulsing inside her spasming walls; her fingers kept circling until she was whimpering from overstimulation.
When she finally collapsed back against the chaise, chest heaving, thighs slick and shaking, his next message appeared.
SilverSerpent: Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.
SilverSerpent: Stay right there. Don’t move. I’m not done with you yet.
SilverSerpent: Round two starts in five minutes. I want to see you in the red set this time. And the collar.
SilverSerpent: You’re mine tonight, Granger. All fucking night.
Hermione smiled through the haze, lazy and sated and already aching for more.
She typed back with trembling fingers.
Yes, Dragon.
Anything for you. 💚